"Hello, count."
Tom was led into the leading carriage.
An old man sat inside with a gentle smile.
She was the leader of the Royal Academy in this competition.
"Just call me Catalina."
"Catalina."
Tom said.
However, the atmosphere froze after they greeted each other.
Catalina didn't know what contemporary young people were thinking.
The carriages directly entered the imperial city through another open passageway.
Catalina's carriage left the troop.
Seeing Tom's surprised look, Catalina explained with a smile.
"That's a convention. Next, we are going to see his majesty."
Tom understood.
He was a little nervous just now and thought he had been deceived.
The carriage circled several times and stopped in front of a hotel that didn't look very luxurious.
Every year, the leaders of the Royal Academy would leave the team, which was a tradition.
So no one paid much attention to them.
Catalina took Tom to the third floor and knocked on the door.